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GUITAR MAN (Jerry Reed Hubbard) Jerry Reed - 1966 Elvis Presley - 1967 Bob Luman - 1968 As recorded by ELVIS PRESLEY: Well, I quit my job down at the car wash I left my mama a goodbye note By sundown I'd left Kingston, With my guitar under my coat I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis Got a room at the YMCA For the next three weeks I went a-huntin' them nights Lookin' for a place to play Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis I run outta money and luck So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia On a overloaded poultry truck I thumbed on down to Panama City Started pickin' out some o' them all night bars Hopin' I could make myself a dollar Makin' music on my guitar I got the same old story at them all night piers There ain't no room around here for a guitar man We don't need a guitar man, son So I slept in the hobo jungles Roamed a thousand miles of track Till I found myself in Mobile Alabama At a club they call Big Jack's A little four-piece band was jammin' So I took my guitar and I sat in I showed 'em what a band would sound like With a swingin' little guitar man Show 'em, son (Instrumental Break) If you ever take a trip down to the ocean Find yourself down around Mobile Just make it on out to a club called Jack's If you got a little time to kill Just follow that crowd of people You'll wind up out on his dance floor Diggin' the finest little five-piece group Up and down the Gulf of Mexico And guess who's leadin' that five-piece band A-wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' little guitar man, yay, yay Uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh Alright now, uh-huh Tell me what'd I say Tell me what'd I say right now Hey, tell me what'd I say right now Tell me what'd I say Swingin' little guitar man ++++++++++ As recorded by BOB LUMAN: Well, I quit my job down at the carwash, left my Mama a goodbye note By sundown I'd left Kingston with my guitar up under my coat Hitchhiked down to Memphis, I got a room at the YMCA For the next three weeks I went a huntin' them night clubs lookin' for a place to play Well I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire But nobody wanted to hire a little guitar man No they didn't, hey-hey-hey, kippi-ki-yo, yodel-aye-hoo, hey-hey, sock it to us, son (Instrumental Break) Well, now I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis, I run out of money and luck And I bummed my way down to Macon Georgia on a overloaded poultry truck Hitchhiked down to Panama City, started checkin' out them all night bars Hopin' I could make myself a dollar makin' music on my guitar Well I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire But nobody wanted to hire a lttle guitar man No they didn't, hey-hey-hey, kippi-ki-yo, yodel-aye-hoo, hey-hey, hook it, son (Instrumental Break) You take a trip down to the ocean, find yourself a-down round Mobile Just make it on out to a club called Jack's if you got a little time to kill You'll find that crowd of people out on his dance floor They're dancin' to the finest little five piece band up and down the Gulf of Mexico Wouldn't you know who was leadin' that band Wouldn't you know it's that swingin' little, swingin' little guitar man Yes it is, hey-hey-hey, kippi-ki-yo, yodel-aye-hoo, hey-hey, take it on out Guitar man, guitar man, guitar man, guitar man, Guitar man, guitar man, guitar man.........FADE (Transcribed by Mel Priddle - June 2011)

    


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